My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) by Calista Skye Page B

the Duke of Hyp's palace. He knew the duke would be there because his cousin strongly disliked leaving his home and only ever did it to come to the Imperial court and further his own interests among the other nobles and royals.
    He and Ev'Ax had commandeered a military vehicle, an armored hovercar that could fly them to the duke's palace as quickly as possible and could break through the gates when they arrived there.
    The tall and imposing palace was not far away, and the prince could see it from a long distance.
    The armored car raced towards it, just above the rooftops of the capital city.
    As they approached, the could see flashes of light from just outside the gate. Ar'Ric's eyes were drawn to them because some part of his subconscious realized that they were flashing a code signal that only his closest associates knew, a secret battle code.
    Land, the signal said. Vital information here.
    “Do we land?” Ev'Ax asked.
    “Yes. That's a trusted code. Someone knows something we should be aware of. And I think I know who it is.”
    The prince guided the car to the ground in a break-neck move that very few pilots in the Imerial Navy would be able to duplicate, and the searchlights on the vehicle illuminated the lone soldier standing on the grounds right outside the Duke of Hyp's palace.
    Ev'Ax hissed. “Is that...?”
    “It's Ber'Ain,” the Prince confirmed, his voice tight. “He's not carrying any weapons. Sensors show no others nearby.”
    “It could still be a trap,” Ev'Ax warned.
    “It could. But it could also be that he has changed his mind and truly does have information we need. Treachery does not sit well with him. He's a good man underneath. Keep your eyes glued to the sensors. Any tiny little movement anywhere, any sign of an ambush, and we'll burn him off the surface of Atrexu once and for all.”
    The prince brought the hovercar into land right beside Ber'Ain, who was raising his hands to show that he had no evil intentions. He dropped the little flashlight with which he had sent the coded light signal and walked fast towards the hovercar. The prince stepped out, pointing a large handgun at the treasonous pilot. He didn't speak.
    “The duke isn't here,” Ber'Ain said loudly. “He took her to his palace outside town, his father's old stronghold in H'wer. You have to get there immediately. He intends to do a vivisection of her. He's entirely insane.”
    The prince held his gun pointed straight at Ber'Ain's face. “Why should I believe you?”
    “Because delivering a helpless female, no matter her species, over to an insane man so he can cut her up while she's still alive was not my plan. I have lost all honor and I have nothing to gain. My conscience can't live with my actions. Shoot me dead here and now. But don't waste any time. Go and get her before it's too late.”
    The pilot was plainly in distress. The prince knew his fighting men and could tell that this was not an act. Whatever he was telling the prince, it was true as far as he knew it. Ar'Ric made a snap decision.
    “Get in.” Ber'Ain scrambled to enter the hover car and sat in the back, hands together while Ev'Ax pointed a gun of his own at the former pilot.
    The prince took off and set a course for the other, older palace. “Put these on,” he said, tossing plastic handcuffs into Ber'Ain's lap. “And consider yourself under arrest.”
    The pilot locked the handcuffs around his own wrists. “The duke only has a ten-minute head start. He intends to display the Earthling's 'alien-ness' to the Emperor, thinking that his Majesty will then appoint Duke Hyp his successor and disown you after he sees a recording of the vivisection. It's an entirely insane idea.”
    “It is indeed,” Ev'Ax agreed, still pointing his gun vaguely in Ber'Ain's direction. “The duke may be crazy, but the Emperor is not. He will be horrified at the very thought. We can only hope that we will not be too late.”

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    E mily found herself lying down, tied to a